Sitar and Seattle
by Urvashi Prakash
A dimly lit drawing room, the size of a small hostel dorm; the fragrance of incense sticks overpowering the nostrils; abstract paintings on the walls, carrying deep artistic sense, if only one could penetrate them; books, CDs, cassettes, stacked on shelves, some of them scattered on tables; pictures of Hindu gods alongside those of Christ; […]